@Massacre - kill dean?! no, i was just curious to helping him out with the heist, instead of just trying to find a way out of the madre... when he told me his 200 years in the making heist plans, i almost wanted to join his side of the bargain... but, like i said, the vault part was pretty linear with only one option... i would of loved to of killed elijah, radioed to dean and told him to come help carry all this gold out of here...

@ synch - i've already gotten the ending trophies, re-did the final part about 5 times because when i thought i was fighting him, it was still labeled as sneaking past him... i guess if you re-program the turrets, it doesn't count toward dealing with elijah... so, i had to fight him myself to get that trophy... plus, i didn't want to miss out on getting his outfit... now i have two of them...

with ED-E, i sent him to the lucky 38 before i even started dead money... i knew i couldn't bring my companions so, i left them at the lucky 38 instead... not sure why i would ever attempt an add-on with a companion in tow... you can never take them with you anyways ...

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so, just how many gold bars did you guys manage to sneak out of the madre with?? i could of easily taken 7 if i would of planned better, but i only had the room for 5... i could of left most of my gear back at the villa because, i found plenty of the same gear inside the casino... then i could of just ditched all that gear for as much gold as i could carry...

my plan for my next file, if this is even possible, is to enter the vault as usual but, once the turrets turn on me and the door closes, i'll override the system and then open the door and take the turrets out... then, i'll grab all the gold and walk them slowly (obviously) to near the exit and drop them on the ground... then, head back to the vault and finish up reading the terminal and que the final showdown... then, after sneaking all the way around, when i reach the end, i'll just grab them up before i run to the elevator... sounds ingenious, doesn't it?! can you leave the vault before you trigger the conversation with elijah?? i thought i had the ability to do so, so that's what i am basing that off of...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

Not found that info on Fallout Wiki.Just says it's the female version of Mysterious Stranger outfit.Is funny to me that the camera is almost always at rear booty view of her facing the enemy.What exactly is an armored showgirl outfit? Maybe I missed that quest, or an older Fallout game.

About the Lonesome Drifter. Appears about right.

QUOTE (Fallout Wiki)

Fallout: New Vegas

It is heavily implied that the Mysterious Stranger is the father of the Lonesome Drifter. In speech the Drifter will state that his father was a "Mysterious" man and that he was a "stranger" to his own family. The word Mysterious appears right above Stranger in the dialogue box. The Drifter also carries a unique .44 Magnum that looks remarkably like the Mysterious Stranger's revolver, it also plays the guitar notes that you hear when the Mysterious Stranger shows up.

so, how many bars did you manage to sneak out of the madre with, massacre?? and do you think my plan to get them all would work??

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

I got out with six. Would have been seven if I weren't loaded down with quest items.

QUOTE (§ynch @ Feb 28 2011, 03:14 PM)

QUOTE (Massacre @ Feb 28 2011, 11:55 AM)

And Miss Fortune wears an armored showgirl outfit.

Not found that info on Fallout Wiki.Just says it's the female version of Mysterious Stranger outfit.Is funny to me that the camera is almost always at rear booty view of her facing the enemy.What exactly is an armored showgirl outfit? Maybe I missed that quest, or an older Fallout game.

It's just a real-world showgirl outfit with some armor attached. Not an obtainable in-game outfit unless you download a mod for it.

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QUOTE (Darth Sexy @ Sep 12 2009, 03:43 AM)

Massacre, you make me look like a rational, moral, kind person.

QUOTE (Marney1 @ Oct 26 2009, 01:22 PM)

Massacre - What you've just posted is sick and disturbing...

QUOTE (ViceMan @ Jan 17 2010, 04:22 PM)

When Massacre is around, everything is violated... Whether it likes it or not.

dude, i seriously think you can get out of there with 7, if your strength is at 10, or like me, take some buffout and sierra madre martinis to boost it to 10... or even 8 gold bars perhaps... 8 adds up to 280 lbs... really, the only item(s) you need to bring are the holorifle and possibly the police pistol... the rest can be left at the villa... you can find security armor almost right away, and there's plenty of ghost people to drop the bear claw and spears... the only reason you'd need the holorifle and police pistol are so you at least have decent weapons once you get inside... you don't need that piece of shit autorifle for nothing, throw that one away when you find it... i am going to test that method though, plus, also test the method of leaving the gold by the elevator...

EDIT: hey massacre, quest items weigh 0 lbs. after the last patch... at least, the ones stuck in your inventory after the quest does... not sure about active quest items but then again, it said the platinum chip weighed a pound but, it never registered as such...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

dude, i seriously think you can get out of there with 7, if your strength is at 10, or like me, take some buffout and sierra madre martinis to boost it to 10... or even 8 gold bars perhaps... 8 adds up to 280 lbs... really, the only item(s) you need to bring are the holorifle and possibly the police pistol... the rest can be left at the villa... you can find security armor almost right away, and there's plenty of ghost people to drop the bear claw and spears... the only reason you'd need the holorifle and police pistol are so you at least have decent weapons once you get inside... you don't need that piece of shit autorifle for nothing, throw that one away when you find it... i am going to test that method though, plus, also test the method of leaving the gold by the elevator...

EDIT: hey massacre, quest items weigh 0 lbs. after the last patch... at least, the ones stuck in your inventory after the quest does... not sure about active quest items but then again, it said the platinum chip weighed a pound but, it never registered as such...

Agreed, totally can do 7.8 is the challenge.

I noticed quest item weight awhile ago, still think I'm going into Dead Money next timewith 1.00 unit of quest items- and whatever rifle I need for turrets/speakers/radios/and elijah.Current character might have a stronger, longer, chance of survival in Dead Money.

My strength is way too high for a female according to doc and the implant doctor usanagi er whatever.280 is the max weight for me right now with power armor. 260 is cold apparel-less.Took the Long Haul, fast travel while over-encumbered perk, and its really paid off when moving junk for caps.

My unloaded weight this file is 1/260 cold and nyked. I don't understand it---this file, my PimPBitch300000 reads Wg = 1/260However the following MISC items in my current inventory have at least 1.00 weight each.This answers the Platinum Chip question but opens a million more as usual.

hmm, i thought the snowglobes actually registered weight... are you sure you have 5 of them or just one?? i stripped down to 0 lbs before i left for the sierra madre, then only added a hunting rifle and a elegant suit for the journey from nelson to the abandoned bunker... but, when i stripped down, i managed to reach 0 lbs... i thought i remember hearing obsidian fixed the weight issue with non-removable objects in one of the patches... if it's non removable before/during/after a quest, it's now weightless regardless of what it says in the pip-boy...

EDIT: ohh shit, it's got to be the vault 13 canteen actually... man, that canteen is a game breaker for hardcore mode... it automatically replenishes your H2O levels without ever needing to be filled... for fucks sake, H2O is the only meter you have to worry about in hardcore.... the rest kind of take care of themselves if you are a true survivalist and eat foods often and stop at beds to rest... i am so glad i didn't pre-order with gamestop... isn't it stuck in your inventory too?? and every few minutes you have to read a message in the corner saying you took a sip from your trusty canteen?? that'd be annoying...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

hmm, i thought the snowglobes actually registered weight... are you sure you have 5 of them or just one?? i stripped down to 0 lbs before i left for the sierra madre, then only added a hunting rifle and a elegant suit for the journey from nelson to the abandoned bunker... but, when i stripped down, i managed to reach 0 lbs... i thought i remember hearing obsidian fixed the weight issue with non-removable objects in one of the patches... if it's non removable before/during/after a quest, it's now weightless regardless of what it says in the pip-boy...

EDIT: ohh shit, it's got to be the vault 13 canteen actually... man, that canteen is a game breaker for hardcore mode... it automatically replenishes your H2O levels without ever needing to be filled... for fucks sake, H2O is the only meter you have to worry about in hardcore.... the rest kind of take care of themselves if you are a true survivalist and eat foods often and stop at beds to rest... i am so glad i didn't pre-order with gamestop... isn't it stuck in your inventory too?? and every few minutes you have to read a message in the corner saying you took a sip from your trusty canteen?? that'd be annoying...

Snowglobes say 1.00 each, but that is part of my question.

Why do I register 1/260 when having so many 1.00 items.Many items are registering as 1.00 however I am at 1/260 regardless.

Yes of course I have only 5 because I haven't gone to the L38 yet,and I haven't done the Dead Money DLC yet, on this file, so I have only 5 snowglobes.

There are many other items that are registering as 1.00 yet my total weight is 1/260.

like i said, all of those items were labeled at 0 lbs in the game code... you are actually at 0 lb. but because of the classic pre-order pack, your stuck with a canteen that actually does weigh 1 lbs... like i said, ignore the weight value on quest items/unmarked quest items... it may say it weighs a pound but it doesn't weight anything... your extra pound is from that god awful canteen...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

like i said, all of those items were labeled at 0 lbs in the game code... you are actually at 0 lb. but because of the classic pre-order pack, your stuck with a canteen that actually does weigh 1 lbs... like i said, ignore the weight value on quest items... it may say it weighs a pound but it doesn't weight anything... your extra pound is from that god awful canteen...

Don't have a problem with 1.00 from the canteen.I expect that - a life saver. That thing rules.

What I was concerned with is all that crap that can't be removed,like other crap - it never registers but yet it's at 1.00.

I guess it all never registers thanks to some patch even though it's all at 1.00.

yup... it's because everyone complained about the numerous unmovable objects taking up inventory space after quests... it's been a problem since fallout 3 but, with soooooo many unmovable objects in new vegas i guess it finally reached the breaking point... but yea, that canteen does register so, that's where you 1 lb. comes from... you can't remove it, can you??

i mean think about it, i got the ballasts to attach to the bottom of the bomber plane for the boomers but then proceeded to kill off the leaders after i got the rebreather... this is with my 3rd file BTW, and after i failed volare!, the ballasts stayed in my inventory claiming to take up 10 lbs of inventory space... thank god that isn't the case anymore...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

hmm, i thought the snowglobes actually registered weight... are you sure you have 5 of them or just one?? i stripped down to 0 lbs before i left for the sierra madre, then only added a hunting rifle and a elegant suit for the journey from nelson to the abandoned bunker... but, when i stripped down, i managed to reach 0 lbs... i thought i remember hearing obsidian fixed the weight issue with non-removable objects in one of the patches... if it's non removable before/during/after a quest, it's now weightless regardless of what it says in the pip-boy...

EDIT: ohh shit, it's got to be the vault 13 canteen actually... man, that canteen is a game breaker for hardcore mode... it automatically replenishes your H2O levels without ever needing to be filled... for fucks sake, H2O is the only meter you have to worry about in hardcore.... the rest kind of take care of themselves if you are a true survivalist and eat foods often and stop at beds to rest... i am so glad i didn't pre-order with gamestop... isn't it stuck in your inventory too?? and every few minutes you have to read a message in the corner saying you took a sip from your trusty canteen?? that'd be annoying...

Its not that annoying, and its actually nice to not have to worry about the water constantly, you still need to fill up because it mearly slows the rate of dehydration, not elimenates it. I almost died of dehydration..

Anyway, i just completed the my first play through, siding with NCR all the way, and president Kimball is still in power. Took me 542 hours to complete Using the explorer perk i visited every location.. now have to wait for some DLC because after playing NV for what amounts to 22 days for a single playthrough, i'm rather exhausted.

Anyway, i just completed the my first play through, siding with NCR all the way, and president Kimball is still in power. Took me 542 hours to complete Using the explorer perk i visited every location.. now have to wait for some DLC because after playing NV for what amounts to 22 days for a single playthrough, i'm rather exhausted.

holy shit!!! i have 3 files that total roughly over 300 hours... with almost 175 on my bones file... dead money and overall dickin' around is why that is high, plus it's my only file near or past level 30... with all 3 files combined, i have still not been to almost 2 dozen locations... i should sit down with my 2nd file (delilah) and explore these places i haven't been... she needs to gain levels anyways, she isn't ready for dead money, not even close... i need to gain a few more levels before i try it with her... she is lacking skills in some of the more important skills for dead money like, repair for jury rigging and survival & medicine for healing... and the lockpick and barter need a little more work too...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.